Brother Poem
By Dwight Jones
Brotha, can you hear the chains?
The chains of the very same thing,
That very same thing we were talking about?
Black on Black crime.
Black lives matter, yeah they do
But what does it matter if we
Killin off each otha?
Said we had anothera’s back
Even though we stay killin ar brothas.
And brotha, just like the big bang;
There’s a big bang!
And there goes another brotha building
Anotha’s grave.
There’s a lot goin on in this world Rajon,
Know the real from the fakes
The friends from the snakes
And brotha, think before every move you make
Cuz this world is evil,
The flesh is critical,
And the people stereotypical,
Not every Black man ends up shot
Or a criminal
So show em brotha
Show em what you make of
And when you finished,
Thank the man above!
